I have one arrow I carry in my quiver, but never shoot.
Eighteen years ago my bride of three years spent several months questioning me at odd tiems about arrows. I thought "Cool! She is getting interested in archery!". Nope. She was talking to a custom arrow builder about a dozen special shafts for my christmas present that year. Come christmas morning there were a dozen ramin shafts cap-stained and barred-fletched under the tree and a foolish look on my face.
I managed to lose them over the years, but I've stubbornly held on to the twelfth arrow. It goes to 3D shoots with me and rides in my hunting quiver. It's too short to shoot anymore, having been broked and trimmed back several times. That's OK, though. It's not along to be shot...